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Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 1 - Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and I'm naming these chapters just for you!
"Vrooooom! Whoooosh! Bang bang bang bang! Teeheehee" I giggle as I weave my ship through the enemy lines, blowing up aliens left and right as I do all sorts of crazy tricks.
"Do a barrel roll!" the AI hollers over the intercom.
"I already did twelve!" I reply back. "Why don't you try a somersault?"
They don't respond to that, but a moment later one of the other characters cries out. "Oh no, Poppy's crashed!"
"Whoops! Guess he couldn't handle what he was dishing out," I chuckle.
Just then, my whole body twitches, making me bank the ship suddenly to the right. There's no time to correct myself, as a huge wall brings itself up to meet the nose of my aircraft. I'm engulfed in a huge explosion, and I die.
GAME OVER
"Awww man," I whine, pulling the headset off. "My Pinkie sense tolb me I wab goig to crash, and thab whad made me crash. Thab bo unbair!"
I pause, confused, and reach up to feel my face.
"Oh, hey Gubby!" With a little force, I manage to pull Gummy off of my nose, and give him a big grin. "Hehe, you're right, I guess it is pretty funny after all."
We share a giggle as I sit up off the bed, and carry him over to his feeding bowl. It's run pretty low, so I fish into the cupboard for the box of SAFTIMOPHs (Soya-Alligator-Food-That-Isn't-Made-Of-People-Honest), and tip out a generous helping for him. He looks happy, and starts slowly chewing on the soft pellets.
Wowee, either Gummy's become a faster eater, or I've been playing way longer than I thought. I fetch my watch from the table, and am shocked to see it's now fun o'clock. It was only ten past party when I started, I've lost most of the day!
I need to be more careful. Those games are addictive. If I'm not careful, I could become one of those people who just sit inside playing them all day, and then all my friends might think I'm dead, and they'll hold a funeral for me, and it'll be really sad, and when I go to cheer them up they'll think I'm a zombie and run away from me and I'll be left without ANY FRIENDS AT ALL!
No! I won't let that happen! I'm going to see my friends right now, before the funeral team can prepare the funeral, and I will tell them that I am not dead!
"Twilight!" I cry, bursting into her bedroom, "Rainbow's dead!"
"What?!" Twilight exclaims, looking up from her book.
"Or maybe she's just missing, I don't know, but either way she's gone, and we'll never see here agai-ai-ain!" I finish, bursting into tears.
"Pinkie, slow down," Twilight says, running over and putting her arm around me. "Please, tell me what happened."
"Well," I sniff, "I went over over to see Rainbow, to see if she wanted to play, but when I got there, her house was gone! All that was left was a few tufts of cloud. The rest of it must've floated off into space, or got crushed by a meteor, or-"
"Or is right outside as we speak," Spike interrupted, walking into the room and putting down a feather duster.
"Huh?" Twilight and I say in unison, giving him a confused glance.
"What, you didn't notice either Twilight? About an hour after she left here, she came back, and brought her whole house with her. Look, she even threw down a rope." Spike pushed open the doors to the balcony, and sure enough, there was a rope dangling down from the sky, hovering about a foot off the woodwork.
I walk outside and look up, and sure enough, there's Rainbow's familiar cloud house, sitting a comfortable few feet above the tree.
"Oh. Well why's she there?"
"I'm not sure," Twilight says, following me outside, "but it probably has something to do with her visit earlier this afternoon."
"It was so weird!" Spike cuts in. "Rainbow had lost her wings, and her hair was all red. Apparently this NGear game she'd been playing had done it to her. Luckily, Twilight managed to change her back."
"Ooh, Rainbow has an NGear too?" I ask excitedly. Maybe that means there's a way I can combine playing video games and socialising, rather that having to choose between them.
"I'm uh, gonna go see how she's doing," I tell the others, as I grab hold of the rope and begin to gradually climb my way up it.
"Tell her to be careful with that game," Twilight calls up after me. "We may have only scratched the surface of what it can do."
"Ding dong!" I call, knocking on the door. I wait a while, but there's no answer.
Maybe she's playing with her NGear, I realise. If so, she wouldn't hear me knocking. I give the door handle a try, and finding that it's not locked, I push the door open and step inside.
"Rainbow, you home?" I call again, looking around. Well, she's not in her living room at least. I trot up the stairs, and open the door leading into her bedroom. "Rainb- oh!"
Lying on Rainbow's bed is an unfamiliar woman. Her face is obscured by the NeuronGear helmet she's wearing, but I can see a lock of red hair peeking out from under it. She's dressed in nothing but her trousers, leaving her ample DD-cup breasts exposed, her nipples raised and stiff.
Perhaps the most surprising thing about her, however, is that as I'm watching, her skin colour transforms from lightly tanned to dark green!
Could this be what Twilight was talking about, a game that changes how you look? In which case... is that Rainbow?!
Walking over to the bed, I reach forward, and give her new boobs a playful squeeze. So firm! Whatever she's doing in the game must either be really exciting her, or be really cold.
I consider my options. I could go and find someone awake to play with... but then Rainbow would be left out, and given enough time, SHE could become one of those shut-aways. No, I should stay and keep her company. But I can't really sit and do nothing, so...
Pulling my NGear out of my bag, I plug it in to the socket on the wall, and hit the power button. I see Rainbow's disk drive sitting unplugged on her desk, so I pick it up, and connect it to my headset. I hear the disk inside, which is presumably the last game she installed, whirr into life, and an installation bar appears on my headset's display.
Surprisingly, the bar fills up in a matter of seconds, the disk spinning to a stop as the installation completes. Lying back on the floor, I slip my head into the headset, and connect the strap.
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Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 2 - The balls in your park. (Park is a euphemism for pubic hair)
This year, you have been selected to be the champion.
What is your name?
I type in my name, and am then presented with options for character creation. Giggling, I close my eyes, and start hitting buttons at random.
Suddenly I feel really dizzy, and have to open my eyes to stabilise myself. It's like my whole centre of balance has been thrown off, and it's not easy to correct myself while there's no real ground beneath my feet. At the same time, I can feel and odd tingling feeling in my breasts and pussy, as if they've gone numb.
Before I can take a look to see what's going on downtown, a rocky surface rises up beneath my feet, and the light around me fades away to reveal a wide-open view. I'm stood atop a cliff, looking down over a small town.
"You are prepared for what is to come," the narrator says in my ear. "Most of the last year has been spent blah blah etc..."
If you've read the previous story then you've heard it all before, so I'll spare you the details. I listen carefully as he talks, following his instructions to head up the cliff, talk to the old guy, and get led by him to this big spooky cave.
As I step inside the cave, I feel the tightness in my vagina increase until it's almost vice-like! Finally taking the time to look down, I jump back in shock, narrowly avoiding hitting my head on a stalactite.
My breasts are gone! Where my C-cups would normally be, there is now only flatness. With my view down unobstructed, I see yet another surprise, which goes some way to explaining the first.
In my trousers, there is a huge bulge.
Reaching into my pants, I confirm that I do indeed have a penis. I must've clicked male on the character creation by mistake!
Oh well, I shrug. I've always wanted to see what it feels like to be a boy. No biggie. In fact, this could be fun! Giggling at the unfamiliar feeling of my penis rubbing against my pants, I continue into the cave.
Once I reach the centre of the cave, I see a large pink portal swirling on the back wall. The narrator tells me that "you gather your resolve and leap forwards," so I do. As I come in contact with it, I feel dizziness come over me once again, and stumble forwards.
I exit the portal tripping over my own feet, and crash straight to the hard ground face-first.
"Owieee!" I cry, rolling onto my back and clutching at my forehead. I squint open my eyes, which then spring open as wide as saucers when I see what's hovering above me.
A couple feet in the air, there's a small red imp flapping its wings, looking back at me in equal surprise. In its hand is a small glass bottle, being held upside down. His other hand seemed to be in the process of uncorking it, but it's now motionless.
Suddenly, he snaps out of his daze. "What the FUCK?!" He yells, tossing his hands up in the air. "You were supposed to be unconscious!"
"Eh, I wasn't really feeling all that sleepy," I tell him, watching the vial of liquid arc through the air. The imp seems to have realised his mistake, as he follows my gaze to the bottle.
"Oh, cock."
The bottle hits me square in the chest, shattering and spraying its contents everywhere. A lot of it ends up covering the imp as well, whose limp cock suddenly stiffens to attention. As the pink liquid soaks into my shirt, I find myself more and more entranced by his hardened member. I want to do something with it... but what?
"Ahhh, NOW look what you've done!" The imp cries. "Well screw it, now you've gotten me like this, you're gonna give me some pleasure, like it or not!"
He flies towards me, dick thrusting forward, aimed for my head. Before he can reach me, my hand snatches up and grabs him by his handle. He squeaks.
"Oh is that so, you limp-dicked bastard? Well, then I guess you won't mind me fucking you in the ass so hard my cock bursts out through your mouth, then, will you? "
His pupils rapidly shrink as his ears flatten down on his head. I blink, and loosen my grip, a chance he takes to slip his cock free and quickly fly up out of range.
"W-well, I'll let you go for now! Not really a guy fan anyway. Just, remember the name Zetaz, if y'know, you ever grow a pussy!" And with that, he was away.
I stare at my hand, not really sure what just came over me. I feel my hair bounce back into shape... wait, what shape was it before? What shape even is it now?
I open the menu, and find the character viewer option, bringing up a body-length mirror. The person staring back at me is a guy with a pale skin and short, poofy blonde hair. Even though I'm a guy, my frame is still pretty feminine, and I could be mistaken for a flat-chested girl if it weren't for the huge bulge in my pants.
Speaking of which, that bulge seems to have gotten bigger again. Glancing around, I see that no-one's about, so I untie the string holding up my simple cloth trousers, and let them drop to my ankles.
My penis bursts free, and its a surprising relief to have it no longer constrained. If this is what it feels like all the time for guys, I'm amazed they don't just sit at home all day with their pants off. Admiring it in the mirror, I reach down and touch it.
My breath catches in my throat. It's like I've unchained a beast in my mind; As soon as my fingers brush against it, I hear its cry. It wants to be touched, demands to be touched!
I grip my fingers around it properly. Yes, this feels good, this feels right. I don't really know what I'm doing, but it's okay, because my penis knows enough for both of us.
My dick tells me to start stroking it up and down, so I do, and my legs buckle, dropping me down to lean on a rock. That was... indescribable! I try it again, moving my fingers from the swelling top to the base and back up again. My cock tells me to pick up speed, but I'm waaayyy ahead of it. Faster, faster... it's like I'm racing somewhere, like there's a destination coming up, though I don't know what it is.
Suddenly, I feel the goalposts running up to meet me. A strange sensation is building down below. It's like I need to pee, but after drinking an ocean of punch or something. The need grows, and grows, until I'm worried I'm about to explode. I try to slow down. Experimenting with a penis is not how I wanna die.
It's okay, my penis tells me. Just let it happen. You'll love it.
It wants me to trust it, and I just can't help myself. I pick up speed again, sprinting to the finish. Here it comes, I feel the switch thrown, there's no going back now. I'm going to die of dick explosion, and it will be brilliant!
And then my dick exploded.
Figuratively.
From the tip of my shaft, ropes and ropes of creamy white liquid spurt, coating the ground and my body from foot to thigh. My hips decide they want to join in, lifting my butt off the ground and throwing themselves forwards, pushing my dick and my hand into an intimate kiss.
Someone is yelling loudly, and after a moment I realise that it's me. I can't even stop it, it's like my body's being electrocuted, and every muscle is having its own independent party.
Finally, after a full minute moaning in spasms on the ground, my body calms down, and I realise I've had basically no input in what it's done, ever since I touched my dick.
Man, that was scary. I had heard guys think with their dicks, but I had no idea their dicks could literally take over their bodies and do whatever they wanted with them. It was like having a whole other person in my brain!
Well, another one, anyway.
From now on, I'll have to be careful not to touch my penis whenever I'm trying to get anything else done! I reach over for my trousers, but realise I'd get them pretty messy with all this cream sticking to my legs.
That's another thing, I didn't know guys could make their own cream. I guess it makes sense though, I've seen Mrs Cake make milk before for Pound and Pumpkin. I run my finger up my thigh, gathering up a large dollop of the stuff, and slip it into my mouth.
Salt! Someone mistook the sugar for salt! It's so weird... but not all that bad either. I quickly scoop up the rest, licking it off my fingers until there's only a dry crusty residue.
The crust doesn't want to come off on its own, so I head over to the nearby river, dipping my lower body in the water and rinsing myself down. It's a bit nippy, but not so much that it's uncomfortable.
Once I'm clean, I hop out, and check my inventory for a towel. There isn't one individually, but there is a camping set, which when pressed sets up a tent and campfire all by itself! Talk about convenient!
Exploring inside the tent, I find a towel lying folded atop the bed roll. I quickly dry myself off, then retrieve my trousers, tying the knot securely. Now I do know why guys wear pants, they need to cage the beast to stop it from running their lives.
I remember that I'm supposed to be playing a game right now, and look around to try and see what my objective is. It's now that I notice all the fog that's around. The sky is clear, but for as far as I can see, there's a wall of fog surrounding my camp on the ground.
"Adventures aren't adventures if you know where you're going," I grin, stepping out into the unknown.
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Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 3 - Hoose loose in tha moose's caboose
Now I'm at the forest, now I'm at my campsite. Now I'm at the forest, now I'm at my campsite! "Whee, this is so much fun!"
I had quickly discovered this game's ability to warp you between places you've already been, and I am having a crazy amount of fun with it.
"Now I'm at the forest, now I'm- ASDFGL!" Out of nowhere, a vine comes whipping round at me, smacking me in the face and throwing me about ten feet. Before I can even hit the ground, more vines have snaked their way out of the trees, tying themselves around my limbs and catching my fall.
I'm facing the ground, but turn my head to look behind me, and see a large bush-monster looming over me. The vines seem to be extending out from its body.
"I don't think I want to be at the forest anymore..." I whimper, trying to warp myself back to my campsite.
Cannot fast travel while in combat!
"Ahh, lemme go you big meanie!" I yell, tugging at it and trying to free myself. As I twist my way out of its grip, one of my legs slips free, and I manage to kick it square in the... branches? I'm not sure, but whatever it was, it clearly hurt, as the bush lets out a shrill cry, flinging me away from it.
I fly through the air, and my spine smacks into a tree trunk, winding me badly. I lie on the ground a while, thinking any second that the bush is gonna grab me again. When I finally get up, I see it still sitting there, watching me, I think.
RPG combat was always too slow for me to get into, but it was starting to look lively as heck now. Nonetheless, I knew from watching my friends play that levels were important, and this bush was five whole levels above me! It was time to get out of here. I turn away and try to run, and see the vines come flying at me once again.
"Eeeek!" I cry, ducking as I run full pelt, hearing the vines smash through tree trunks all around me. A vine swings at my legs, but thankfully my Pinkie sense kicks in, and I manage to leap over it.
Reaching the edge of the woods, I cross my arms in front of me as I break through the branches. Once I land, I keep sprinting, not even bothering to look behind to see if the bush is still following me. Forgetting even about my fast travel for the time being, I run all the way back to camp, yelling "nope nope nope!" all the way home.
After vowing myself away from the forest for a while, I carefully explore some more of the wilderness around my camp, and am soon rewarded by a much more calming sight. A beautifully clear lake, surrounded by plants and trees, stretches off as far as I can see, and the cool breeze flows over me, soothing my battered body.
I eye the nearest tree suspiciously. "I'm on to you, buddy..."
Once I'm satisfied that it knows its place, I feel safe enough to walk along the lake shore, taking in the sights and smells the fresh water has to offer. A calming quiet seems to hover over the area, disturbed only by the sound of my footsteps in the soft mud.
Squish, squash, squish, squash, squish, clop, clip, clop... clip... clop?
Curiously, I look down at my feet, and notice the outline of a wooden plank hidden just below the dirt. Tracing my eyes forwards along the ground, I see a full pathway of planks leading away, guiding me towards a shrouded clump of trees.
"Oooh, a clue!" I cheer. Though I don't know what the mystery is, I'm pretty sure I just got one step closer to solving it. With a hearty clip clop, I follow my way along the path, giving the trees another warning glare as I duck under a branch.
After spending an uncomfortable amount of time walking through the trees, the path opens up into a wide clearing. Looking around, I find myself standing in what looks like a town, or at least, it was once.
There don't seem to be any houses left completely intact. The walls lay collapsed, the grass looks scorched and dead, and there are what look like claw marks scratched out all over the place.
Looking at all the destruction, I feel my good mood rapidly deflate. I can't help thinking about what must have happened to all the people that lived here. They may have lost their homes, friends, family, snacks, everything!
Perhaps the part that makes it worst of all, is how much this town reminds me of Ponyville.
I shake my head, trying to liven myself up. It's just a game, I remind myself. The town was probably designed pre-destroyed. No-one suffered, or got scared, or hungry, or dammit I'm crying again aren't I?
Brushing the tears from my face, I keep trekking forwards, searching through the maze of broken buildings for any signs of what exactly happened here, who the people who lived here were supposed to be, or where they might have gone.
A glint of light catches my eye. "Ooh, shiny!" I exclaim, jogging excitedly to the pile of rubbish that it came from, my woes forgotten. Digging through the trash, I pick out a shimmering gem, something that would look less out-of-place on one of Rarity's dresses.
Just then, my knee twitches.
Before I can turn around, I hear a whizzing go past my ear, and the gem clenched between my finger and thumb shatters into shards. With a thunk , the dart embeds itself into the stone wall, trembling at the impact.
"Don’t make any sudden moves!" The voice comes from behind me. It sounds high pitched and squeaky, like me after I've inhaled a balloon, but it also manages to sound strong and commanding, like Princess Luna if she inhaled a balloon.
"Stand up and turn around, slowly," the voice instructs me, and I get to my feet with my hands raised, wearing my best disarming smile, taught to me by Gummy.
The girl that the voice belongs to looks very strange indeed. She has a humanoid shape, but her features are definitely those of a mouse: Big ears, muzzly face complete with whiskers, paw feet, and a whole covering of auburn fur to top it all off. Her clothes are a simple pants-shirt combo, like my character's current equipment, but hers are dirty and tattered and look like they'd be too small for her if she wasn't so skinny. Speaking of which, her muscles look tough and wiry, like they've been hardened not just by exercise but by hunger as well. I don't think I've ever seen anyone in as much need of an emergency cake as this girl. Not even me after I've just woken up, and that's the point at which I've had to go a whole eight hours cake-free!
The girl is eyeing me as warily as I eye the trees. Her blowpipe is poised, no doubt ready to shoot another dart at me, and her fingers are hovering over the dagger at her belt.
After a while, she sighs, and lowers the pipe. "I'm sorry about that, but I thought you were another demon."
"Ah, that's okay," I tell her with a wave. "I once thought a bag of flour was a French noble lady. But then I realised we didn't even HAVE a France, so I mean, what is up is that, right?"
"Uh... right," the mouse-girl nods, looking a little uncertain. "But yeah, sorry again... I guess I shouldn't be quite so jumpy. It's just the demons destroyed this place years ago, and some of the damn scavengers still drift through occasionally. Although, their numbers are starting to dwindle lately. You could say I've made an impression on them..." As she says this, she caresses the blade of her knife, almost sensually, as her muzzle turns up into a malevolent grin.
"I like this girl. "
"Hmm?" She seems to snap out of whatever she was picturing in her mind. "Did you say something?"
"Oh, I've said lots of things," I inform her. "My favourite thing to say is 'Hi, my name's Pinkie Pie!' What's yours?"
"I uh, don't get much opportunity for conversation these days." She seems to ponder something for a little while, before stashing her blowpipe in her belt, and extending her hand towards me. "My name is Amily, the last survivor of this village. All of my people are gone now; they’re scattered, dead, enslaved, or worse. What about you? Are you one of those... humans, I've heard sometimes wander into this world?"
I take her hand and shake it, beaming widely. Handshakes are the first step towards a good friendship, after all. "Nice to meet you Amily! Yeah, I'm a human. Although, if you wanna know a secret, sometimes, I get this weird feeling, like I'm actually an animal born in a human body. Can't really pin down what animal though... seahorse maybe."
"Interesting... Well I don't know about seahorses, but if you eat enough of some of the food in this world, you'll certainly end up as some kind of animal," she tells me, but then quickly bites her lip, as if regretting having let something slip. "Just uh, be careful. You don't want to lose your humanity too much, after all."
"Ooh, sounds fun! But I think you're the one out of the two of us who could do with some food," I say, eyeing her midriff.
She glances away, sighing. "...I get by. I have to gather my own food now, but I don't like going too far afield from the village. So I tend to just take what I need, although lately what I can get isn't even adding up to that..."
"That's awful!" The thought of this girl being out here all alone, and being hungry to boot... I can feel the tears welling their way back up, but I'm distracted when I remember my initial curiosity.
"So, how come you live out here by yourself? What happened here?"
"I was born here," she states, giving me a determined gaze, "I grew up here, and I would have gotten married and settled down here if it hadn't been for those demons." She gives the hilt of her dagger a white-knuckled grip as she spits the word "demons." "After it was all over, I had nowhere else to go. So I stayed here. I've still got nowhere else to go, to be honest. I haven’t found any other settlements of my own people, and I’d sooner die than give myself over to the demons. But it seems that if I’m ever going to see more of my people living free, I’m going to have to take the leading role..."
"Ooh, yeah, you should do that!" I excitedly encourage her. "You could be like a warrior queen, rallying your people and leading them to victory!" I give her a wide grin, and then notice the intense stare that she's giving me. "What? You wanted to be the warrior king? That's cool too."
She shakes her head. "No, it's not that. You see, that role I was talking about? I've had a long time to think about it, and there’s no one else for it. If there are ever going to be more of my kind born into freedom, they’re going to have to be born. Literally; I need to find a mate that is pure, one that can give me strong and pure children of my own kind."
"Wow, that's quite the responsibility. But if there are no others of your kind, how're you gonna do that?"
"I didn't say there were no others, but..." Her eyes are trailing along the ground at this point. "But you're right, that way won't work. The few males of my kind that I've managed to find are demon slaves – far too corrupt to make suitable mates, even if I could free them. I've heard, though, that humans are strangely weak breeders; your seed would be free of taint, and you would father more of my own kind. Unlike, say, an imp or a minotaur."
"Seed?" I tilt my head, picturing Applejack planting seeds on her farm, to grow into trees. Hmm... I wonder if her trees are trustworthy? I should have a word with them when I get home.
When I step off of that train of thought, I find Amily has edged her way closer towards me, her face inches from mine as she stares into my eyes. "Please, will you help me? If you lay with me and help me bring more of my people into this world, free of the demons and untouched by their perverse taint, you will be striking another kind of blow against their corrupt stranglehold on Mareth."
A moment passed while the gears ground in my head, until they finally managed to click into place. "Ohhh, you want my babies!"
Amily blushed, but managed to maintain eye contact. "If you want to put it so bluntly... yes. Please, will you do this for me?"
"But..." I furrow my brows, remembering what Mrs Cake always told me. "But aren't you only meant to make babies with people you love?"
Amily sighed, clearly disappointed. "Of course, a chaste champion, I should've guessed... Dammit, you were the best hope I had... the only hope I had."
"I mean, of course I'll help you, but I just wanna make sure that you're sure you're sure."
Her head darts back up, looking at me with wide eyes. "You... you meant me? You were considering my feelings?"
"Well sure, silly," I laugh, petting her head. "I love all my friends, so that'd never be a problem for me."
"Wow..." She blinks, clearly surprised. "I've never met a male who actually cared if a female wanted sex or not..." It's subtle, but I see her mouth turn up into gentle smile. "It’s nice to meet somebody who can still care about people as something other than fuck toys. Please, come with me."
She quickly struts away down a path, and I follow close behind her. Her hips sway as she bobs happily, her tail swishing from side to side. I feel a warm glow inside myself; I made a new friend, and I've already given her something to smile about.
We take a twisting, confusing route down side streets and through crumbling buildings, but eventually Amily enters a particularly ruined house. She arrives at what looks like it used to be a bedroom, but which now lays in tatters. A large mound of vaguely clean rags and frayed cushions is the closest thing to a bed in here.
The floor is covered in a thick layer of dirt. It's more than would seem normal to have built up over time, it's more like it was specifically dragged in from outside. Amily notices me noticing, and looks a little sheepish.
"I have to stay hidden, I can’t afford to make it too obvious that anyone lives here. That dirt actually helps warn me if anyone else has found this bolthole."
I nod, turning my attention back to her. As I watch her, she idly takes her tail in one hand, absent-mindedly stroking the tip.
"So... here we are?" she says hesitantly. She's blushing more profusely now, and her gaze is rooted to the corner of the room.
I recognise the symptoms almost immediately. She has Fluttershy syndrome, or shyness for short. Now, what am I supposed to do with people like this again? Don't invite them to busy parties without warning them, give them space when they need it... ah! Don't leave it to them to initiate social interactions!
The poor girl is still trying to work out how to start things off. Her eyes flicker towards me briefly. She opens her mouth, but then closes it without saying anything. She inches towards me, but it's so slow she's barely moving. Yeah, I really need to help her out here.
I stride over to her, closing the gap between us. As she turns her head to look up at me, I act on instinct, and bend down to plant my lips softly against hers. I feel her tense up in surprise, but she soon relaxes, putting her arms around me, and I quickly return the favour.
As we remain in this kiss, lips simply pressed together, Amily's hands start to explore across my body. Glad to find that the girl is acting a little more confidently now, I mimic her actions, caressing her body as well. I feel like I have a bit of an advantage on her though, since I have an idea about the parts that feel best on a girl, but neither of us have a clue as to where to best touch a guy.
Nonetheless, her soft hands do feel pretty nice, and I feel the beast reawakening inside my pants. She must be feeling good too, since her hands get bolder in their pursuits, slipping under my shirt and lifting it over my head. I follow suit for hers, and though I can't see her breasts, I can feel them in my hands. Though some may call them small, I call them pert, and the little squeak she gives out as I hold them skin-to-fur is just too adorable.
Our hands slide down to each other's waistbands in unison, and as we each fumble with the fasteners, we open our eyes, gazing at one another as we let our trousers drop to the floor.
Slowly, I step back, just far enough for us to get a look at each other, while still not entirely breaking our embrace.
Though I've no idea why, the sight of her naked body fills me with so much glee and excitement. I've been naked with the girls loads of times before, but never felt anything like this. Is it because I'm a guy? Or...
Amily seems excited as well. She looks down between my legs, and gives me a blushing smile. "It’s nice to see a man who hasn't gone insane about that part."
"Actually, it's proven itself pretty good at driving me insane already," I tell her matter-of-factly.
"Heh, I see..." She hugs me tight to her body again. "I guess that's just how men are."
"Seems soOHHH!" I'm caught by surprise when Amily's tail suddenly wraps itself around my shaft, and starts stroking it up and down. "W-wowee! That feels even better than my hand!"
Amily looks up at me in surprise. "You've only done it with your hand?"
"Well, sure, what else am I gonna do it with?"
She smiles softly, resting her head on my chest. "Nothing..."
She tries to lead me to the bed, but is unwilling to let go of me, so we end up awkwardly crab-walking over to the sheets. Once there, we flop ourselves down, with me landing underneath the mouse-girl.
Though seeming reluctant to do so, Amily releases me from her grip, and sits herself up astride me, positioning her crotch at the tip of mine.
"Now, are you sure you're sure you're sure about this?" I ask again. "Once this goes inside you, you'll be pregnant, after all."
She laughs, an adorable, girlish giggle. "There's a little bit more too it than that. And yes... I'm sure." With that, she leans forward again, pressing her lips against mine. I feel her part her lips slightly, and her tongue gently works its way into my mouth, caressing itself along my own.
So there was more? I guess I should've actually read the textbook Twilight gave me when I asked her how babies were made, rather than just looking at the pictures.
Her vagina hovers along the tip of my cock hesitantly, as if she's preparing herself to take the plunge... and plunge she does, skewering herself on my shaft in one quick motion.
We both gasp, which tightens our kiss very sensually. My brain seems to struggle to process all the feelings suddenly assaulting me, so it decides to just fire the YES signal over and over to get the point across. But through the mind-blowing pleasure, I'm still able to notice Amily wince, to feel her muscles clenching all up her body. I hold her tighter, letting my tongue caress hers in return, and attempt to comfort her from the pain she is evidently feeling.
We lie like that for a few minutes, neither of us moving. The beast tries to order me to buck my hips up towards her, but I push it aside. There's no way I would hurt a friend.
After a while, I feel her relax, and she starts to rock her hips slowly back and forth, working my shaft in and out of her.
Releasing her from my hug, I put my hands to another use, caressing her body. One hand slides round to massage her breasts, and the squeak she let out when I pinched her nipple vibrates sensually against my lips. My other hand slides down to squeeze her tight butt, guiding her hips when she became unsure or unsteady in her rhythm.
All too quickly, I could feel the familiar welling of energy coming from my balls. I try to warn her, but she won't let up the kiss, so all I can do is moan and grunt into her mouth.
Whether she got the message or not, she starts to pick up her pace, her own breathing rate spiking sharply. Suddenly, she thrusts her hips downwards, taking in all of my cock, and holds herself there, her body shaking from head to toe as she finally breaks the kiss, throwing her head back and moaning loudly.
The trigger is pulled, and the beast charges the gates. All I can do is moan myself, as my cock shoots out all of my salty cream inside of Amily's pussy. It feels way more intense than before, and I feel like I spurt myself dry by the end of it.
Amily's orgasm ends around the same time mine does, and her body drops down to lean over me, her eyes gazing passionately into mine.
"...That was... wow. Uh, I mean." She hastily corrects herself, blushing. "I guess you weren't so bad... I knew I had a good feeling about you." She smiles. "You do know I’m not necessarily pregnant, right? We’re going to have to do this again."
I smile back. "As many times as you need, I'll be there."
She blushes so red it’s almost like the fur on her cheeks has turned red.
I want to stay with her, but it's clear she's pretty tired after all that, so I give her one more kiss, before sliding myself out of her grip, dressing, and excusing myself.
"I'll be back later. Pinkie promise," I tell her. She seems satisfied with this, and gives me a tired wave, as well as a smile, as I head out. Once I'm through the door, I hear the sound of her head hit the pillow, accompanied by the most adorable giggle of glee I've ever heard.
Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 4 - Demons are bad
As I skip along the path leading back to the lake, I notice something shiny from the corner of my eye. I turn to look, and see the glint of light reflecting off of something metal, a little way into the copse of trees.
Giving all of the surrounding plants a thorough inspection, I'm content that none of them mean me any harm, and step over the brambles to get a closer look.
What I find is a sword, lodged in the trunk of a rather thick tree. It's quite impressive, either the blade's smallness or the tree's thickness, since it doesn't show any signs of poking out of the other side at all.
I can't see much of the blade, so I inspect the hilt. There's pretty pictures adorning it, displaying a valiant hero battling an army of demons.
Allowing my kleptomania for shiny objects to take hold (maybe I'm a magpie, rather than a seahorse), I take hold of the hilt, and give it a sharp tug. Surprisingly, it comes free rather easily.
Maybe I was wrong about it being here by accident, maybe someone stored it here in case of sword emergencies? I consider putting it back, but am distracted by a sudden shower of leaves around me. I look up, and watch, as every vibrant green leaf fades to brown, withers, and drops to the ground. In less than a minute, I'm left standing next to a skeleton of what once was a beautiful tree.
But oh well, it was probably going to sneak attack me when I least expected it, and hey this means I get to keep the sword yay!
The blade is a thing of beauty. About three and a half feet of shining steel, I run my finger along the edge, grinning wickedly.
I stash the blade in my belt, and make my way back to the path.
"Hmmm... this sword seems good," I muse, "but it probably isn't enough to take down those scary plants by itself. I have to get stronger too." I glance around, seeing if I can spot any low-level monsters, but the whole lake area seems pretty peaceful.
"Monsters, where are you- oh!" I peer my head around a bush, and see a familiar mousy figure hunched down on the ground. They're wearing a cloak, but it's still pretty obvious.
"Aaaaaamily!" I leap at her, arms outstretched, expecting to give her a surprise hug, but at the last moment, she steps aside. Unable to stop my momentum, I fly straight into the cauldron in front of her, splashing brightly coloured fluid everywhere.
Before I can even gasp, I feel a hand tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling me quickly back out of the pot. My face breaches the surface, and I take a deep breath.
"Quickly, child, go and wash yourself in the lake."
Rather than the high-pitched voice I was expecting, I'm instead hearing a creaky old-man voice. I turn to look, but feel the pressure of two fingers on my eyelids.
"Don't open your eyes. This stuff could blind you."
I feel myself being set down on the ground, and turned in what I assume is the direction of the lake. I walk forwards, and keep walking until I feel the cold water on my ankles. I bend down, and lie flat in the water, turning myself over after a little while to ensure both sides get cleaned.
A few minutes later, I'm blinking the water out of my eyes as I drag my drenched self back to land. I look up, and find the robed mouse waiting for me, watching me with an amused yet sympathetic smile.
I was clearly very wrong about my assumption. For one thing, this guy's a rat, rather than a mouse. For another, this guy's a guy. Also, he looks pretty old. With his hood down now, I can see his bald, wrinkling head.
"Are you quite all right, child?" he asks, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Yeah... sorry if I ruined your potion..."
He waves my apology away. "A mere accident, child. In my line of work, you come to expect them from time to time." He turns back to his cauldron, and tips a beaker of unidentifiable liquid inside, giving it another stir.
"You have clearly mistaken me for someone you know, so allow me to rectify this. I am Rathazul, the Alchemist. Once I was famed for my miracle cures. Now I idle by this lake, helpless to do anything but measure the increasing amounts of corruption that taint its waters," he concludes, sighing dejectedly.
"Oh man, that sucks," I nod in empathy. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
The alchemist shakes his head sadly. "I'm afraid there is nothing you can do for me, and likewise, I am not sure what I can do for you, youngling. This world is fraught with unimaginable dangers, and you’re just scratching the surface of them."
"Wow, what a bummer..." I'm not really sure what else to say. After a minute of silence passes between us, I figure it'd probably be less awkward if we just parted ways. "So uh, good luck with your potions and, y'know, stuff."
"If anyone is in need of luck, young adventurer, it is yourself. Do take care," he waves me off, before returning to focus on his alchemy.
I wander away, deep in thought. It seems like all the micey-people in this world have problems, and it's all because of these 'demons.' Though I suspect some of them may be in fact treemons.
Regardless, I ought to find these bad guys, and make them stop being bad, to cheer everyone up! A world where everyone can barely smile... it's too cruel!
I've been wandering around the lake for quite some time now, and still no sign of any demons. I guess I'm not going to get any stronger staying around here, but then, I don't think I can take on the forest yet either.
My stomach grumbles, and I realise it's been a while since I've eaten anything. I wonder if eating game food would count? Well, if I could find any, that is.
"Bahhh!" I whine, to the world at large. "Either a demon or some food, just let me find something!"
"You won't be findin' many demons 'round these parts, hun. But if'n it's food you're looking for, I think I can oblige."
"...Applejack?" The voice is a dead ringer for my farmhouse friend. However, I've made a case of mistaken identity once already today, and turning to look where the voice came from, it seems I've nearly made another.
Leaning on a fence post, a fair-haired woman dressed in denim and with a stetson balanced atop her head stands staring at me, a friendly smile on her face. The key thing that tells me this isn't Applejack is the fur, along with the dog-like features that make up her character. I guess the people here aren't limited to mice after all.
She giggles, and beckons me closer. "Welcome stranger, it sure is pleasant to see a new face 'round here. My name’s Whitney, and it’s mighty fine I don’t have to pitchfork you like most guests!"
"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie!" I reply, bouncing up to her. When I get close, I see that the trees had been blocking my view of a wide, expansive farm.
"Nice to meet'cha, Pinkie!" she grins, taking my hand and giving it a vigorous shake. "So you're looking for demons, are ya? 'N' what might you want with their rotten lot?"
"They're making my mice-friends sad," I tell her, "so I wanna make them stop."
"Sounds square to me," she nods approvingly. "Like I say, though, you won't find many 'round these parts. The lake seems to make them weaker somehow, and any monsters that come by my farm can't usually put up much fight."
"You want my advice? Try the forest. Lots of weaklings in there, not a bad place to start."
I shudder. "Weaklings? The plants in there nearly destroyed me!"
"Ah, yeah, you gotta watch out for them I suppose. Still, if you wanna be a hero, you gotta take some bruises." She casually reaches into the bush by her side, and pulls out a shiny red pepper. Giving it a quick dust off, she then tosses it to me. "Here. Can't fight on an empty stomach, after all."
Thankful for the food, I quickly scarf it down. It's good and spicy, the way peppers should be. Finished with my meal, I lick my lips, and give her an appreciative smile.
Another part of me seems to appreciate it as well. I feel my pants tighten as my shaft suddenly springs to hardness of its own accord. There's an odd, tight sensation around the base, and I feel like I can't leave this unattended.
Turning away from Whitney, I open my pants, and watch as my cock reshapes itself, a sheath encapsulating the base while the head sharpens itself into a point. The base itself is swelling, forming a large knot that looks like it'd be easy to get stuck somewhere. After a few seconds, it settles down, leaving me with a fresh new dog penis.
Of course, Amily warned me about this! The food here makes you transform into animals. I giggle. Well, that's certainly going to make dinnertime a whole lot more interesting.
I hear Whitney chuckle behind me, and look round to see her walking away, waving back at me. "Well, I gotta get back to work, hun. You be careful out there."
"Thanks, you too! Don't get too relaxed near the bushes, okay!"
She laughs, and nods once. "Sure, sure."
Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 5 - Double trouble bubble butt
Standing before the forest once again, I gulp, and step past the first tree. Its root trips me up, and I scrape my knee. Owie.
I give the tree a warning glare, while tapping my fingers along the hilt of my sword. "Y'know, I saw this thing embedded in the trunk of a tree. It made it look easy. Want me to show you?"
The tree seems to get the message, as it lets me carry on way once I stand back up. It must've spread word to the other trees as well, because I walk for quite a while after that, entirely undisturbed, until something comes along to disturb me.
This something is a small naked woman, only about three feet tall in all. She approaches me from the bushes, but I don't notice her until she's almost right next to me, since as well as being small, her skin is coloured a dark green. Like the plants.
Ahh, I see how it is. They were scared to attack me themselves, so the bushes sent one of their minions instead.
The woman stops a couple of feet in front of me, and flashes me a dangerous grin.
"Hey, you!" I shout out to her. "Are you a demon? You working for the plants? 'Cos I am so onto you!"
Her grin changes into a rather bemused stare. "Plants, what? No, I'm not a demon, I'm a goblin. Though I gotta say, the demons do have some of the hottest dicks around."
"Oh, I see." I calm down, and slide my sword back into my belt. "So you're not a bad guy."
She smirked again. "Well, I'm certainly no good girl." She closes the gap between us, and grips her fingers around my waistband. "Time to get fucked, stud."
"Oh, sorry, I can't!" I hurriedly tell her, taking a step back. "I think I kinda have a girlfriend or something now."
The goblin licks her lips, and adopts a sexy battle pose. "Tehe, we'll see. Once you get a taste of my tight snatch, I bet you'll forget about her in a heartbeat."
The battle music blares to life, and I see her name tag appear over her head.
Goblin (Level 1)
Well, this looks more manageable than the big bush monster. I draw my blade once more, weighing it up in my hand. It's pretty light, but could probably still cleave this girl in half given the chance. Was this the right thing to do?
"Hey, do we have to fight?" I ask her. "If you're not really a bad guy, I don't wanna hurt you. We could be friends!"
"Oh, we could be very good friends. And you're right, we don't have to fight." She dashes forwards quickly, throwing a kick at my ankle, but I manage to pull my foot back in time that she just grazes my toe. From beneath me, she looks up into my eyes. "You could just submit, and give me all your babies."
"I told you, I already had sex with Amily. You can't have sex with more than person, that's called cheating!"
"Hmph." She kicks me in the knee, knocking me down closer to her level. "Any way she can fuck you, I can fuck you harder. Just try me out, and you'll see."
"But then she won't be my friend any more, you dummy!" She's starting to annoy me, so I swing my sword flat around into her chest. It connects, and throws her back a fair way.
"Heh... so you do have the balls," she chuckles. "I was starting to get worried." Rather than get closer again, she decides to give me a show, turning away from me and bending forwards, wiggling her ass in my direction. "C'mon, if you're a man, you can't let some girl decide who you have sex with!"
I stand up, ready to battle proper now. "I'm not going to."
Dashing towards her, I hit her once again with the flat of my sword, throwing her down into the mud. She staggers up, brushing the dirt off of her naked ass. "Fine... if that's how you wanna play." In one quick movement, she pulls something out from behind her back, and tosses it at me. It cracks open on my chest, and green liquid splashes out, soaking quickly into my skin.
"What did yoUMPF!" I clap my hand to my mouth, dropping to my knees and leaning forward as I desperately try not to throw up. Ugh... I feel like I did that time I ate Applejack's muffins! This girl is carrying around liquid baked bads, why is she doing that?
I manage to stumble up to my feet, and see the goblin still standing in the patch of mud I threw her down into, waiting for me to make a move.
"Okay, youMMM-" I paused, holding my stomach, before swallowing, and continuing. "You asked for it. No more mister nice Pinkie."
Turning my sword to blade-mode, I charge, or rather hobble nauseously, towards her, and swing down hard. The attack connects, and blood spurts from the gash I carved into her belly, although the fact she's still in one piece says wonders for her durability. Still, she collapses, sobbing and broken.
I kinda feel bad for her, but then, I did try and warn her off.
Still feeling a little light-headed, I stumble over to a nearby tree, and place my trust in its fear of me while I lie back against it, trying to stop the world from spinning.
After a few minutes, I start to feel okay again, and stand back up. I notice the goblin seems to have crawled away in the meantime, off to lick her wounds.
Or so I thought. But when I turn the other way to resume my journey, she's stood in front of me once again.
"So, you're the one who beat up my sister," she says. Ah, not the same one then. It's hard to tell when they all apparently wear nothing but a couple of belts.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I apologise, rubbing my head. "I tried to not fight her, but she wouldn't listen."
The goblin gave a sigh. "Yeah, she can be pretty headstrong." She then flashed me a familiarly wicked grin. "Lucky me though, she got you all softened up for me." She spread her legs, rubbing her fingers against her crotch. "Come and get me, big boy."
I sighed, picking up my sword again. I wasn't making the same mistake twice. "Well, if you say so." I stride towards her, and swing down.
She jumps back, but the blade snags on one of her belts, dragging her forward face-first into the dirt. She rolls over quickly, sitting up and brushing herself down. Her legs are splayed wide, and I find my eyes fixated on her moist pussy being proudly displayed.
I slap my cheeks, closing my eyes to avoid the temptation. Stay focused, dude! Amily's trusting me.
I reopen my eyes just in time to see a red vial flying up towards me, which smacks me square in the face. The fluid inside splashes onto my skin, and a little gets into my mouth. It tastes... warm. And sexy. Wait, that doesn't make any sense. The goblin is sexy. I should have sex with her. What?
I realise I'm not throwing up, so that potion must've been different. It must've made me want to cheat on Amily! Oh no, I gotta finish this quick before my dick takes over my mind!
I smack the goblin with my sword, throwing her back. Though I notice too late she actually had two vials in her hands. The second one gets thrown up into the air as she's struck, but I manage to just dodge aside. I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself, til it comes back down and hits the back of my head.
More red liquid drips over me and gets absorbed by my body, and I feel my cock rise in my pants, stretching out the fabric. I close my eyes, and try to think of Amily, but that just makes it worse... I remember how good sex with her had felt. I need that feeling again, and I need it now! But Amily's not here... the goblin is...
My fantasy changes. In Amily's place, I see the goblin, riding atop my dick, her tits bouncing as she thrusts herself up and down. I see myself cumming inside her, watch her tiny belly fill up as I empty my balls. Oh Celestia, it looks so good...
I look back up, and see the Goblin stroking her body, taunting me with her flirtatious eyes. "Why not walk on the wild side?" she asks.
I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should just go along with her... I mean, I never officially got into a relationship with Amily. She just wanted sex for babies. Would it be okay...?
Then I remember her giggle. Her soft, innocent, adorable giggle.
What kind of monster would take that giggle away from her?
"You want my hard rod inside you? Then take it, whore! " I thrust my sword into the goblin's cunt, and slit her open from crotch to throat faster than her scream can leave her lungs. She slumps to the ground, dead.
Gasping, I quickly warp back to camp, puke immediately, then lie down on a rock and pass out.
Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 6 - Mouse sex every three chapters
I wake up, and my head is pounding. My back isn't doing much better, having been bent across a rock all night.
I slowly push myself to my feet, groaning at the creaks of my bones and muscles, and take a look around. I'm in some kind of desolate wasteland. My memory is hazy... did I go on a trip somewhere? Did Ponyville go on a trip somewhere, and leave me behind? Did- oh wait, yeah, I'm in a video game. That's right.
Man, why am I so horny? I just have the urge to stick my dick in... something! Oh right, also I have a dick. I reach into my pants and start to fondle it. It is standing almost painfully to attention, and the large bulge at the base makes it feel so weird and heavy. Damn, I really ought to have done it with those...
Goblins!
That's right, I forgot! I was attacked by goblins, they wanted to have sex with me! I told them no, because... Amily! That's right, the cute mouse girl I met yesterday. I couldn't betray her. They wouldn't listen though. I beat the first one, but then the second one tempted me... and then... then...
I can't remember.
I can't remember! What did I do with the second one? The last thing I remember is me staggering towards her, my mind set on filling her with my dick. And then... I have no idea.
Oh no, oh no! Amily's going to hate me now! I worriedly hop from one foot to the other, biting my nails. I have to go and tell her, maybe if I say sorry then she'll forgive me.
I sure hope so, anyway.
"AAAAAMILY! AAAAAMILY!"
"Shh!" At last, the mouse-morph makes her appearance, stepping out from the shelter of a nearby ruined building. "You're attracting too much attention! You'll make my life a lot harder if you announce my presence to every demon in a ten-mile radius."
"Oh, s-sorry..." I lower my voice, giving her an awkward smile.
"So?" She crosses her arms. "What do you want?"
I take a deep breath, and muster my courage, as I look her straight in the eye. "I came to tell you I'm sorry."
She looks confused. "Sorry... for making so much noise? You made all that noise just so you could apologise for it?"
I shake my head, taking a few steps towards her. "No no no. I- I'm sorry because... I... I think I might have cheated on you!" My resolve crumbles, and I start bawling my eyes out.
"Hey, hey!" She rushes over to me, concerned. "What are you talking about?"
"I *sniff*, I was in the forest, and these *sniff* little green women came up to me, and *sniff* asked me to have sex with them. I told them *sniff* no, but they fought me, and I started to get really turned on, and then... and then I don't remember-er-er!"
There's silence from Amily. This is it. She totally hates me now. She's probably getting her knife ready to strike me down. Here it comes...
I feel her hand on my head, and hear her sigh. "Honestly. All this, over that?"
I blink open my eyes, and look up at her. "You're... not mad?"
She chuckles, and shakes her head.
"Oh, Amily!" I leap to my feet, and throw my arms around her, hugging her so hard she almost stumbles. "I knew you'd forgive me!"
"Whoa!" After regaining her balance, she pats me on the back awkwardly. "Honestly, I'm amazed you were worried about something like this in the first place."
I pull away from her, looking at her face. "What do you mean?"
She shrugs. "It's not like we were in a relationship. Although I guess where you're from, sex would probably indicate that we were. I- eesh, I don't know." She was blushing, and starting to look flustered. "Mareth used to be like that too, before the demons came... But now, sex is such a blatant part of our world, everyone's just kind of stopped respecting it like that."
"So..." I'm not sure what her point is, and I'm not certain she really knows either. "You're... okay with me having sex with other people?"
"I- I don't- I-" she starts stammering, avoiding eye contact with me. "I mean... I'm glad that you considered me like that... But we aren't life partners or anything. Don't go making any rash assumptions." She folds her arms, regaining her composure. "It's nice to have someone to talk to, and I'm very grateful that you're willing to help me repopulate my species, but it ends there. Okay?"
I give her a huge smile of relief. "Okay!"
She gives me a smile in return, and sits down on a nearby half-wall, sighing. "Goblins, though. Yet another race corrupted by the demons. Used to be that all they wanted was to experiment with potions and build machines. Now all they do is fuck... Weird thing is, they seem to actively want to get pregnant. I've heard that giving birth is like the biggest, most prolonged orgasm to them."
I sit down next to her. "So that's why they were so eager to get into my pants." I shift slightly uncomfortably in my pants, my attention being brought back to my crazy-hard erection.
"Pretty much. If you’re female, they may get territorial and attack without warning, and if you've got a penis, they’ll want to have sex with you, even if that means beating you into submission. They’re... honestly kind of puny. If you can dodge the lust potions and poisons they throw, they basically can’t do anything to you."
"Yeah, I got hit by those potions... in fact, I think I might still be feeling the effects of the lust ones," I tell her, indicating the large bulge in my pants.
Her eyes widen as she looks down at it, noticing it for the first time. She coughs, and stands up. "Well, uh, since you're here and, 'at attention', perhaps we should... head back to my place." Her cheeks are coloured red, and she says no more, heading briskly off in what I guess is the direction to her house.
As I follow her, I get the impression that Amily isn't really looking forward to this. At the very least, not at much as I am. Well, maybe not so much not enjoying it, more that she's treating it more like business than pleasure.
Well, that's not right at all, that's not what sex is meant to be. It's meant to be fun for both of us. Well, I'm gonna have to do something about that.
When we get to her place, she goes to take off her clothes, but I quickly close the gap between the two of us, and take hold of her hands.
"W-What are you doing?" she asks, curious and a little wary.
I just smile at her, and gently start to undress her, not letting her raise a finger as I playfully remove her clothes. Though her outfit doesn't give me much to work with, I find a way, running my hands through her soft fur as I lift her shirt up over her head.
Despite looking a bit confused and flustered, I think Amily is enjoying the attention. As her shirt comes off, I tickle along the edge of her ear, which makes her scrunch up and giggle. I then move onto her trousers, and stroke along her tail as I move them down.
Once she's completely naked, I start to take off my own clothes as well, but surprisingly, she stops me.
"Fair is fair," she growls, blushing faintly. Even though she doesn't seem to have much clue what she's meant to do, she tries her best, and I feel her adorably hesitant fingers touching different parts of my body as she slowly slides off my clothes.
When I'm finally naked, she looks me up and down, and her eyebrows raise as she stares at my crotch.
"Well, I see you discovered what I was talking about first-hand then," she says. There's a giggle in her voice, but also some subtle concern, as she crouches down to examine me closer. "Well, your balls are still human, so hopefully you won't be giving me puppies any time soon. Although come to think of it, I did hear that humans have to undergo pretty much a complete transformation before they're recognised as a different species."
She pauses, and takes a few deep breaths through her nose. "Just making sure that you haven’t... you know, picked up something you shouldn't," she explains softly. "You did bang a goblin, after all. Those things get around like you wouldn't believe."
Once she seems satisfied that I'm clean, she moves back and lays down on her makeshift bed, spreading her legs apart invitingly. She gives me an awkward wink, and reaches down to her pussy, stroking her folds while making a come hither motion at the same time.
I crawl onto the bed with her, leaning over her and kissing her on the lips. Hee hee, the fur around the edges of her mouth tickles! I must have been too distracted to notice last time. I try to hold myself back from laughing, the least thing she needs is to think I'm laughing at her.
She starts to kiss me back, and I feel her hands caressing my body. I remember the task at hand, and start to stroke her back, playing with her nipples in a way that makes her squeak adorably.
She reaches down to take hold of my shaft, and lines me up with her crotch. I slide myself inside her, and feel her tense up like before. I suppose I've gotten slightly bigger than the last time, so I slow my entry, waiting to feel her relax before continuing.
Once she seems used to it, I push myself the rest of the way in, until I feel an odd obstruction. Breaking our kiss, we look down, and I see the problem: the weird lump at the bottom of my cock is stopping me going any further.
Amily bites her lip, and gives me a worried look. "Do you... want to try? Seeing if it'll fit?"
She clearly doesn't sound very enthusiastic about the idea. I pet her head reassuringly, and start to pull my shaft back. "Baby steps," I tell her, and thrust back in, stopping once again when the knot touches her pussy.
Like this, we get into a rhythm, and although I'm not getting full penetration, I'm so pent up from the lust potions that I feel myself quickly approaching my release.
Luckily, Amily seems to be getting into it quite heavily too, her breathing hot and heavy on my neck.
"I'm... gonna... burst..." I grunt.
She locks her legs around my hips, pulling me towards her so hard I think my knot's about to slip inside her! "Do it!" she moans, her body shivering in orgasm.
I push my hips hard towards her, and feel myself slip in another few inches. She's taken my knot! Her fingers clench tight into my back, and her moan becomes a sharp cry, though of pain or enjoyment I can't tell. All I know is it's the tightest thing ever, and I can't hold back any more! With an almighty groan, I cum, blasting my cream deep inside her, more than I thought I even had.
After about a minute, we both crumple, the energy from our climax totally spent. I can see Amily's knuckles are still clenched tight, although it's around the bed sheet rather than my skin now, which I'm thankful for.
"S-sorry," I apologise awkwardly. "I didn't mean for that to go in there."
"I-it's fiiine," she pants, "j-just take it out!"
"Oh, right!" I pull my hips back, but rather than freeing myself, i just end up dragging Amily's butt along the bed sheets.
"Ow, ow! Okay okay stop!" she cries urgently. I stop pulling myself back, leaving our bodies still joined at the hip.
"So... now what do we do?" I wonder aloud.
"It should shrink down after a while... I think." Amily gulps. "I hope."
There's an awkward silence, as we both just kind of sit there, looking at our crotches.
"Well," I clap my hands together, "I guess this just means we're stuck with each other a little longer. That's not so bad, right?"
"I... guess not..." she pants, her face flushed. "I think I'm starting to get used to it too... And this is probably nowhere near as bad as giving birth will be..."
"Hmmm... maybe this'll help," I suggest, reaching down between her legs and massaging the area around her vagina.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asks, blushing red.
"I once put a ball in mine... in case of ball emergencies, of course," I tell her, "but it was super uncomfy, so I did this to relax my muscles until it came back out."
"Wait, in your wha- oh! I think it's working!"
Sure enough, I can feel myself coming loose. I pull back, watching her face for signs of hurting her, until suddenly, pop! I come free.
"Phew!" Amily's whole body relaxes. "Now that's relief."
"Ehehe, sorry again."
We sit there chuckling together for a while, but eventually, Amily sits up, and starts to slip back into her clothes. "I should probably do some more foraging while there's still daylight. You'll no doubt need to get back to your adventures too."
"I could stick with you, if you want," I tell her, as I pick up my own clothes.
She looks like she considers it for a second, but shakes her head. "I hunt better alone. Besides, I'm probably not the only one in this polluted land who could benefit from your help."
"Even if that help is sex?" I ask her, just to be clear.
She screws up her face, considering something for a second. "...Within reason. You should never fuck a demon, that's a sure-fire way to lose yourself to them. Other corrupt creatures, probably best to do it on your terms rather than theirs, if you have to. And if you find anyone else that's still pure..." She hesitates for a second, but then shrugs, less nonchalantly than she probably meant to though. "Go for it. The more pure offspring there are, the better."
I give her a hug. "Thanks! You'll still be my number one though."
She blushes awkwardly, returning the hug. "S-sure, do as you please..."
We finish dressing, and Amily walks me to the door. Just before we part ways, Amily stops me, and looks like she's building up courage to say something, so I stay, and give her the time she needs.
"Th-thank you," she says eventually, blushing once again. "This was... nice."
She seems surprised that she actually enjoyed it. I grin. Mission successful.
"Well, there's more where that came from," I tell her, giving her an affectionate rub behind the ears. "See you later, okay?"
"Y-yeah... later," she nods, waving me off as I head back to camp. When I reach the edge of the area, I turn back, and see that she's still watching me. She jumps when I look back at her, and hastily gives me another quick wave, before running off into the maze of buildings.
I smile. She's still so darn adorable!
Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 7 - Row row row your butt
I head back from Amily's the old-fashioned way, skipping through the small cluster of trees until I arrive back at the lake. The air smells fresh, and the breeze is cool. It's just an all-round nice place to be.
I know I'll probably need to go back to the forest at some point, but there's no harm in sticking around here a little longer. My tummy grumbles, and I remember that farm I found before. Where was it again? Somewhere... this way, right?
I pick a direction pretty much at random, and start skipping off again along the shore.
I don't have to go far before I spot something interesting. Jutting out over the water are what look like a bunch of trees, all bound up in rope. I guess I'm not the only one on to their games, then.
I reach the trees, and test the nearest one with my foot. It creaks, but seems sturdy enough to walk on, so I trot gently out into the lake. It only just out a few feet, but it's still fun to be totally surrounded by water.
At the end of the trees, there's a boat, floating in the lake and tied up to what I realise must be a dock. I guess whoever used this didn't wanna be around the trees long enough to refine them.
It's just a small rowboat, but it looks a lot newer and fancier than the dock, and also a lot sturdier, so I hop in, giggling as it rocks from side to side.
I wonder if the owner would mind me borrowing this boat? Well, so long as I return it after, it should be fine.
Untying the rope, I pick up the oars, and start to push myself out into the lake. It's a little tough getting started, and I can feel the burn in my muscles, but I do manage to get moving, and start sailing out into the clear blue water.
"Ahhh," I sigh, taking a break from the oars once I'm out a good way, "now this is the life. Red sky above, blue water all around, cool breeze on my skin, shark fin thirty feet away..."
Wordlessly, I sit back down, take hold of the oars, and row for my life.
"Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope!" I frantically try and turn the boat back towards the shore, but my rapid paddles end up sending me spinning in a circle. After a couple of turns I have to stop, I'm getting too dizzy.
Turning my head the opposite way of the boat's spin, I see the shark fin bearing down on the boat super quickly. There's no time to get out of the way!
Grabbing my sword, I pull it out, and hold it like a harpoon, ready to spear the shark if it makes a lunge at me. Although it doesn't help that I have to keep turning myself in order to keep facing towards it.
Once the fin is no more than a couple of feet away, I thrust my sword down into the water... and hit nothing. At the last moment, a grey blur bursts from the lake, and lands on my boat.
Rather than a shark, I actual find myself facing a shark girl! She's human shaped, but has shiny grey skin, silver hair, a shark tail, and the trademark fin in the middle of her back, between her shoulders. Her black two-piece swimwear is pretty light on material, covering pretty much only the bare necessities.
She's looking at me, and grinning, showing off her razor-sharp teeth. I quiver.
"Are you gonna eat me?"
She chuckles, licking her lips. "Nah. I just wanna play."
"Oh, phew!" I breathe a deep sigh of relief. "You had me worried there for a second."
"Heads up though," she smirks, "I play 'rough'!"
"Sooo, what game are we playing?" I ask.
"It's simple, really. We fight. If I beat you down, I win. But if you, a land-dweller, manages to beat a shark girl like me in the middle of a lake... well, you'll win, and I'll be damn embarrassed to boot."
A fight? Out here? "Whuh, no fair!"
She shrugs. "Deal with it." With this, the battle music begins.
I try to steady myself into a battle stance, but the boat's still spinning, and it rocks every time I shift my weight. If I want a chance, I'm gonna have to do something about this!
Ducking forward quickly, I grab both of the oars, and jab them flat into the water, holding tight as I apply the brakes to this spin-fest. It's working! The boat slowly steadies itself, until it pretty much comes to a complete stop.
I'm worried the girl is gonna hit me while I'm doing this, but she just stands there, watching me. I guess she does have some sense of fair play after all.
Redrawing my sword, I step towards her, despite the boat being like two steps wide, and swing down at her with the flat of the blade. It smacks her in the side, though she doesn't seem too bothered.
I'm readying my sword for a second swing, when the girl gives me a wink, and quickly pulls up her bikini top! The sight of her perky breasts bouncing free distracts my penis long enough for her to give me a hard kick to the face, knocking me to the floor of the boat.
"Aw, don't worry baby," she teases, "you’re gonna get the full package in a moment!"
Ooh, that sounds promising , my penis thinks.
No, silly, remember what Amily said.
She said... we can fuck whoever we want?
Yes, but we have to stay in control at the same time. We can't just give up fights!
Okay, fine. Whatever, it's all the same to me.
I seem to have made my penis sulk.
I stand back up, and take another swing at her, this time aiming for her chest. Unfortunately, at the last second, she dives away from my blade, leaping gracefully into the water.
I dash to the edge of the boat, looking down into the lake to try and keep track her. I watch as her tail disappear under the boat, and hear a splash behind me a second later.
I see her perched on the end of the boat, facing away from me with her ass wiggling in the air. Again, my penis makes me pause and admire her, long enough for her to smack me across the face with her tail!
Penis, you gotta get yourself under control. You're a liability!
I regret nothing. Now keep staring at her tits.
We can stare at her tits all we want once we win, okay?
Well you're not gonna manage much talking to your penis, are you? And you say I'M the liability.
Honestly, I'm gonna need to have a word with him once this is all over. The shark girl is still facing away from me, and as she starts standing back upright, I see my cue to attack, and swing the sword at the back of her head.
She's less unaware than I thought, and manages to put her tail between my sword and her head. Though it still counts as a hit I guess. She turns around, smirking, and pulls out her tits again. Before I can remember not to look, I look, and get a kick in the face.
This isn't going too well, but it could be worse. At least she hasn't sunk my boat with her teeth. She's not as unfair as I thought.
Okay, this time, I'll get her! I come at her with a thrusting motion, only to change it into a side-swing at the last second, catching her as she dives away. She's knocked overboard, landing in the lake with a SPLOOSH!
After a couple of seconds, her hand bursts out of the water, gripping the side of the boat and pulling herself up. It looks like her bikini top came loose in the water... it's a trap! I raise my arms to guard my face, but her kick plants itself in my belly instead, knocking me to my knees.
She lands gracefully from her leaping attack, and grins, showing off her top held in her other hand, which she quickly puts back on. "Aww, you really do like my tits, huh?"
Rather than getting to my feet, I try and catch her off-guard by making a swing at her ankles. Sadly, I fail, and she leaps over my blade, landing ass-first on my head. My penis enjoys the feel of her ass-cheeks on my head. I am less eager about the feel of her tail whipping across my spine.
Still, she's left herself pretty vulnerable! Knowing that she'll probably expect my sword, I try a different tactic, throwing myself backward as hard as I can. She lands with a THUMP on the deck, and my head slips between her legs to headbutt her hard in the stomach.
"Oof!" she gasps. "Heh, not bad. Taking advantage of my vulnerable position. Lemme return the favour..."
She lifts her top, and slides her body down to trap my head between her boobs.
Ahhh , my penis sighs, I'm in heaven...
The shark girl then kicks me right in the crotch.
FUCK, HELL, I'M IN HELL! FUUUUUUU...
My body crumples up, as I clutch at my wounded groin. This is the worst pain ever! What did she do? Was that some kind of special attack?
The shark girl slides out from under me, and stands up, chuckling as she gazes down. "Hehehe, such a reliable weak spot. So, give up, or do you want a few more kicks for good luck?"
Weak spot? My penis?! Penis, you get hurt this much if you get hit?! Why didn't you tell me?!
I didn't know, I've only existed for a few hours!
Are all guys like this? How do they even live? Oh wait, there do tend to be more girls than guys in the world... maybe they don't. Still, I'M alive, and I'm not going down that easy! I slowly unfold my body, and shakily get to my feet.
"Ohh? Impressive," the shark girl coos. "Not many guys could get back up after one of those."
"Well, I'm not many guys," I tell her. "I'm just one." I make it look like I'm leaning on my sword like a cane, but then quickly swing it upward. She's startled, and hastily tries to block with her bare hands, but this just rewards her with a gash carved up her right arm.
"Gahh!" she cries out in pain, "That hurt, you dick! Let's see how you like bleeding!"
She catches my sword arm on the downswing, and sinks her fangs into it.
"Ahh, ahhhhhh! You are eating me!" I yell, panicking. Without really thinking about it, I bring my other fist around to hit her in the skull. This just makes her bite down harder!
"Let... go!" I scream, kicking her in the stomach. She's knocked back, and her teeth drag painfully across my skin as they are forced out of my flesh.
I sink back to my knees, clutching at my bleeding arm. "I give, I give! You win!"
"Heh. Told you I play rough." I feel the shark girl's bare foot press against my chest, and she roughly shoves me onto my back.
"Oh man, I can't even remember the last time I had an actual man..." she says, as she pulls my pants down to my ankles.
Ooh, I think I like where this is going , my penis chimes.
You sure recovered quickly.
Well, you know what they say- wait, is she doing what I think she OH CRAP!
Sure enough, she crouches down between my legs, and leans forward to take my whole dick into her mouth, knot and all. I'd probably be impressed by the flexibility of her jaw, if I weren't so distracted.
"Don't bite my penis don't bite my penis don't bite my penis..." I mumble, paralysed by fear, pain, and arousal. Her long tongue feels heavenly as it slithers around my shaft, but I'm permanently tensed up, expecting her fangs to scratch against my knot at any second.
Thankfully, it only lasts a few seconds before she pulls her head away, with strands of saliva still linking my dog-cock to her lips like a leash. As I follow the trails, I notice that her teeth are actually surprisingly human looking now... she catches my gaze, and flashes me a grin, her regular fangs popping back out then retracting again with a snikt .
The shark girl quickly moves herself over me, straddling my waist and positioning her pussy atop my dick. She presses herself down, and we both gasp sharply as I sink inside.
"Hmm, good boy..." she moans. "You make me cum first, and I won't bite you. Deal?"
"Uhhh... maybe?" I give her an awkward grin in response. I'll certainly try not to make her more mad, but...
Ohhhh dude! This pussy has some crazy tentacle things in it! And they're massaging me! I can feel the pains just melt away...
No, cling on to the pains, dummy! We may need them if we want to survive!
I focus on the feeling from a few moments ago, the terrible ache of being punched in the crotch. It's faded slightly, but sure enough, it's still there, and I manage to bring it back to the surface.
The shark-girl has sunk herself down to my knot by this point, and she's clearly ready to get the show on the road. She starts bouncing roughly on my prick, hammering up and down on me like I'm a rodeo bull.
It certainly feels nice, but each slam of her pussy lips against my knot brings the pain back to the front, so I flip from sore to ecstatic and back again over and over. It's uncomfortable, but if it keeps me from getting bitten again, it'll be worth it.
Eventually, with one great slam, she forces herself down all the way, her vagina clamping hard around my knot, as she throws her head back and moans loudly in orgasm. This is my cue to stop holding myself back, and it's a good thing too, since the feelers inside her pussy suddenly started to go crazy! I grunt, and give my penis the signal to fire at will, with which it does not waste any time, pumping ropes of my seed into the shark girl's womb.
Once our mutual orgasms die down, the shark girl leans forward, and plants a light kiss against my lips.
"Good boy. I'll be sure to see you again."
She stands up, and my butt lifts off the deck with her. I am left suspended by my knot for a second, but before any serious damage can be done, I feel her feelers pushing my dick outwards in unison, and I pop free, dropping back down to the floor of the boat.
She giggles, flashing me one last grin before leaping from the boat and diving down into the water.
Okay, I think I'm gonna take a nap now, my penis tells me, you wanna join?
Yeah... that's a... good idea...
And then I pass out.
Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder
Chapter 8 - Penile denial
I wake up some time later, presumably; it could be earlier, I'm just assuming it's later, since that's norm for how time usually works. Also, if it were earlier, I wouldn't be quite so injured.
My arm stings like crazy, and my muscles are bruised to the point that I can't even sit up. So I don't, and take another nap instead.
When I wake up again, the sky is starting to get dark, lending further evidence to the likelihood that it is indeed later. I can sit up now though, the boat rocking unsteadily as I do so.
I look around, trying to make out the shore, but with the low light plus the earlier spinning, I have no idea which way I came from, or which way is the quickest to land. I think about rowing in a random direction, but my arm hurts really bad just from taking hold of the oar.
I really don't wanna leave the boat out here, but I also don't want to spend the night out in the middle of a shark-people infested lake. I can think of only one possible course of action.
Fast travel, and hope the boat comes with me.
I close my eyes, and grip tightly to the edges of the craft. Picturing the dock in my mind, I feel a rush of wind, and... not much else. I can still feel the same planks under my butt and wood in my hand. My eyelids flutter back open, and I'm at the dock, with boat in tow. It worked!
Relieved that the boat owner won't have to be mad at me now, I re-tie the ship to the dock, then hop back to shore, before slowly hobbling home.
Once I remember halfway along that I can warp back to camp, it's a pretty quick journey, but even so, it's properly night-time before I arrive.
Still holding my bloodied arm and wincing, I crawl into the tent, and flump down onto the bedroll, exhausted. I fall asleep pretty quickly.
When I wake up, I'm full of energy once more, bursting out of my tent to greet the new day!
"Wowee!" I exclaim, doing a few flexes as I examine my arm. There's no trace of yesterday's injury, and my shirt has even cleaned itself and sewed itself back up. Video games are awesome!
Now, before I set back off on my adventure, there's something I need to do. Someone that I need to have a talk with.
"Penis! I know you're there, so listen up!" I bellow at my crotch. "Wanting to have sex with things is fine, but you can't let it take control!"
Tee hee. 'Control' always sounds like 'cunt roll' to me, so 'take control' makes me think of someone stealing toilet paper.
Whoa, someone say cunt? My penis immediately perks up.
"No, dammit," I sigh. "This is the whole problem! You don't pay enough attention to things which aren't sex, so you make me distracted, which makes me get my butt kicked."
Ooh, butts too?
"You know what? Screw you!"
Yes please.
"You're out of control." So you'd better go to the store to buy some more. "If you can't keep it together, then we can't stay on this adventure. You're grounded from video games until you straighten up- er, until you sort yourself out."
Awww, but mom...
"No buts! And no butts either. C'mon, we're leaving."
Just as I'm about to pull up the menu, I get pinged. Along with the chime, the standard NGear message pops up in the top corner.
The real world is calling! Someone wants to talk to you.
Ooh, I wonder who that could be? Whoever it is has pretty good timing. Imagine if I'd woken up before they pressed the button, that'd have freaked them out!
Well, no harm in doing it now. I bring up the menu, and hit Save & Exit.
The world of Mareth disappears, leaving me staring up into the eyes of a dark-skinned woman. I go to take my helmet off, but find my hands don't want to move.
"Who are you?" the woman asks, sounding almost-but-not-quite angry.
"I'm Pinkie Pie!" I cheerfully answer. "And who are you?"
The woman breathes a sigh of relief. "Phew! Don't scare me like that, Pinkie. You snuck into my room and turned into a guy, I didn't know what to expect."
I glance around, trying to remember where I am, although the visor on the headset doesn't leave me with the clearest field of vision.
"Oh, Rainbow!"
She chuckles. "Yeah, it's me. I'm guessing I don't really need to explain why I look like this, given your state. Although, good job on staying human-looking."
I giggle. "Well, most of me."
Who's this? Can we bang her?
No penis, this is the real world. In the real world, if you have careless sex, you'll regret it. Berry Punch told me so.
Can we bang her... carefully?
You're not helping yourself get ungrounded.
"So how come you're here, anyway?" Rainbow asks.
"Oh, well I- hang on." I need to investigate what's wrong with my hands. They seem to be stuck together, making me lift both arms up to examine the problem.
"Oh, right!" Rainbow quickly leans down, and busies herself around my wrists and ankles. After about a minute, she sits back up, holding a couple lengths of rope. "Sorry, I didn't know you were you, so I didn't really wanna be too trusting with a random guy in my room."
"Oh, that's okay," I reassure her, as I finally get to lift the NGear off of my head, and sit up. "I did kinda sneak in, after all."
"I'm actually lucky it was just you," Rainbow admits, flumping down to sit on the edge of her bed. "I left my door unlocked, got too cocky 'cos I live in a cloud. If someone else had come by, I could've been in real trouble." She turns to look at me once again. "But yeah, how come you're here, playing... that ?"
"Well..." I take a deep breath. "I was playing my new game Space Dog that I bought for the NGear, but I ended up playing it way longer than I meant to, so to make sure no-one thought I was dead I went outside to play with you guys, but your house wasn't where it usually is, so I thought you must have died or drifted away, so I went to Twilight's house, but then you were above Twilight's house, so I climbed up the rope, and I saw you playing on your NGear. So I thought, if I leave you be, then everyone might think you're dead, since you can't spend that long away from your friends and still survive, unless of course you're Twilight but I mean she didn't even know what friends were, now that she does know she probably wouldn't live very long without any social company either. So anyway, I wanted to join in what you were doing so you wouldn't feel lonely, so I installed the same game you were playing, 'cos I thought it might have a multi-player mode, shame that it doesn't actually, that could be cool. But yeah, I hit random buttons on the character creation, and ended up turning into a guy. Being a guy is fun, but my penis is very unreliable."
I resent that. I'm perfectly reliable in times that matter! Like when we're having sex! And literally nothing else. Why do you even do other things?
Rainbow blinked a few times, until she seemed to realise I was done. "Oh. Uh, cool. That's... fair enough then, I guess. So, uh... how's your game going?"
"It's super fun!" I wave my arms to display the amount of super it is. "I met a cute mouse girl, she's cute. The trees can't be trusted though, one of them tried to beat me up."
"Oh, yeah, I've uh..." Rainbow flushed, glancing away. "I've met those. The plants, that is, not the mouse-girl."
"I also met some girls that look like you, but they were way shorter. I think I had sex with them, though I don't really remember."
"Oh, the goblins..." Rainbow paused. "Hold on, really? You didn't feel weirded out? I mean, even though you're a guy now, you're still a girl inside..."
"What does that have to do with anything?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.
"Uhh..." Rainbow sighs, and shrugs. "Nothing, I guess." She chuckles. "Man, you're pretty casual about talking about your sex life now, huh? Is that a guy thing, or were you this open with your escapades before, too?"
"Well, I haven't..."
No, you haven't.
"Yeah, I haven't had any es-ca-wubbles before playing this game, so I never had anything to talk about. No-one asked me to keep it a secret though... You don't think they'll mind that I told you, do you?"
Rainbow gave me a confused look, but shrugged it off. "Well, it's not usually something people talk about. But the ones you did it with are just NPCs, so if you don't mind then there's no big deal. At least, not for me. People like Flutters or Rarity though, you might wanna keep it more on the down-low around them, okay?"
I nod. "So, do you wanna see my penis then?"
"What?" She recoils.
Oh, hello!
"No no, not like that!" I quickly wave my hands in the 'no' pattern. "I just mean, it got a really weird transformation, so I thought you might wanna check it out."
"Hmmm..." Rainbow strokes her chin. "This better not be a set-up for a 'I showed you mine, you show me yours' kinda thing."
"Whoa, you've got one too?" Her trousers certainly don't show it.
"What?" She looks genuinely confused for a second. "No, I mean don't go expecting me to flash you my tits or anything." She chuckles. "You're a guy now though, so I suppose telling you that is futile."
I shrug. "Okay, but I already saw them earlier anyway. You were topless when I came in, after all. They felt squishy."
She quickly folds her arms around her chest, frowning at me. "You groped me? ...You know what, yeah, show me your dick. You owe me that much now."
"Okie dokie lokie," I enthuse, trying to defuse the bad mood I seem to have accidentally caused in Rainbow. Standing up, I reach under my frilly pink skirt, and pull down my panties.
It's only now that I realise just how cramped my dick had been inside of those. I'm probably going to need to buy some new underwear at some point, unless I want to suffocate him. Anyway, with those out of the way, I push down my skirt along with them, letting Mr Johnson stand free out in the open.
I appreciate getting a name at all, but I'd prefer something more like 'Hardrod McThundercunting' myself.
"Wow. That looks... weird," Rainbow states, as she stares straight at Hardrod Johnson "Does it not hurt?"
"Nope!" I reply, then grit my teeth as the traumatic memories from the boat come flooding back in. "Not so long as I don't get kicked in him, anyway."
"I see..." Rainbow says thoughtfully, her eyes locked on Mr McThundercunting. I notice her body shiver as her cheeks blush red.
Weird... that's kinda like the reactions Amily had before we...
C'mon, she wants the D! Let's just give it to her!
"Oh!" A surprised voice comes from the doorway. Our heads spin round to see Twilight standing there, hand over her mouth, wings erect, eyes wide. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!" She turns, and starts to quickly walk away.
Rainbow quickly stands up and chases after her. "Ah, Twilight, wait! It's not what it looks like!"
I follow after her, cock bobbing as I jog. "Yeah! I know we look like strangers, but it's really just us, Rainbow and Pinkie!"
"Pinkie?" Twilight stops at the top of the stairs, turning to stare wide-eyed at me. "So, you played the game too. It can even change gender? That's incredibly high-level magic!"
"Yep!" I nod, gesturing to my cock. "It's suuuuuper fun being a guy!"
Can we please fuck this one? I love nerdy chicks!
How do you know? Twilight's the first one you've met.
And I love her, and she is a nerd. Therefore, I love all nerds!
"But that makes no sense!" Twilight exclaims, suddenly right up close to me. "It's just a machine, it shouldn't have that much power!"
She frowns, then spins around. "Rainbow, lend me that game. I need to study it!"
Before Rainbow can even nod, Twilight runs into Rainbow's room, grabs a thingy, and poofs away.
